I write this from the blissful ignorance of predeparture faffing.
Sitting beside a huge cocha (oxbow lake) deep in the Peruvian Amazon one evening, I could only conclude that the folks behind illegal logging, had clearly never..
Arriving in Simferopol train station, we hunted around for the best map we could find, caught a ride on reputedly the world's longest trolly-bus route and then got off in the middle of nowhere.
I miss the simplicity of being on expedition. Here in London in my rose-tinted version of the real world, there's a million-and-one exciting things happen, but it still comes in a close second to 'being out there'.